Mistress

𝗳𝗿𝗶𝗲𝗻𝗱𝘀𝗵𝗶𝗽, 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗹𝘂𝘀𝘁 | 𝗼𝗻𝗲

"Thank you, Drucilla." He called my name again as I rushed to pull a chair up for the man, a smirk forming on his pink lips as he cocked his head.

"Yeah," I responded shallowly, struggling to keep my breast from escaping the grasp of my tiny robe. "How can I help you, Mister..?" I asked, crawling onto my dusty kitchen table. The old piece of junk creaked ever so slightly as I settled myself, looking into his cunning eyes.

"Oh, you're right, most people don't know me. I'm Ender Larnwick. I came to propose a deal." 

"If you're a Larnwick.." The man gave me a friendly smirk, patting my head endearingly.

"You're the King?" I exclaimed, almost uphauled, jumping down from the table as the endless pounding in my head only grew louder.

"Yes, what's so wrong with that?" Ender questioned, keeping his hands to himself as I drifted around the cottage.

"You can't be seen anywhere near me, it'd ruin my reputation and unfortunately it'd ruin your family's shitty dynasty!" 

"You're angry. I am too, that's why I'm here. Drucilla, hear me out. I'm not like my parents, I want to help you."

"If you're so sure, tell me about your proposal. What? You wanna have casual sex then fuck me over in the end?" I felt my blood boiling as I grew irritated by the blissful ignorance this man had. 

"Be my friend." The man spoke, gripping my wrist firmly as he pulled me against him, his eyes meeting mine as his jaw clenched. His other hand rested on my waist as he held me close. Attempting to make his point as I try to seamlessly get away. His arms don't lie, the man was strong. 

"I'm paying you to be my friend. Nothing more. I want to see you be more than what your mother was. I want what's best for my people, and if I can help you then they'll listen."

"So I'm a damn charity case to you? King Ender, you don't understand what I've gone through or why I'm here." 

"Your not. I want to help you because you deserve someone's hand to hold. I was at the funeral. Your right, I don't understand, so make me understand. I need your help, Drucilla." I let out a threatening growl, ripping my hand from his wrist as he watched me, an endless flame burning in his eyes.

"Why do you need me?" I stated more than I asked, holding my ground as the King stood the tension in the air seeming to fill both of our lungs.

"Drucilla, you are the only person that I know will make them listen. Everyone's wrapped around your finger." 

"Do you even understand why that is?" I questioned, gripping onto my rusty kitchen counter, his eyes stuck on my figure. 

"Because you're their whore."

"Exactly. Why would they listen to me."

"All you have to do is tell them to lean into me. Maybe at the end of each session. Even beyond that, we're similar."

"This King has some fucking nerve."  I thought to myself, quietly looking around for my painkillers.

"How. You're a King now, with parents that loved you and shielded you. I'm a fucking orphan! I was never shown love or compassion." The ballsy man scoffed, standing next to me as I struck gold, finding a loaded bottle of Tylenol. 

"My parents locked me in a castle and ran away from me. They never cared for my opinions or my feelings. We were a dollhouse, falling apart at the stems." He stiffly responded as I scent two pills down my throat, cracking open a water and swallowing harshly.

"You sure?" I asked cockily, approaching the man again, getting inches away from his face as I panted. An angry glare met my own as I smirked. 

"Positive." 

"Sure." A tension-filled silence fell over us, his eyes glancing over my body. Trying to read me, my own trying to figure out why my hands continued to tingle.

"How old are you, Drucilla."

"How old are you, Ender?" I asked coyly as the golden man smirked.

"Seventeen, eighteen in a couple of months."

"Sixteen. Seventeen next year." The man eyed my body once more.

"Explains a lot."

"What does that mean?" I questioned as the man grunted in discomfort, rearranging himself in my wooden chair. "You're very, mature." I couldn't help but laugh, feeling a slit slip of tension. As if we somewhat understood each other.

"So, you're an orphan and a King. Weird blend."

"You can say that again." The man shed me a brief smirk.

I shook off the nostalgic feeling, cutting back to what really mattered.

"How much are we talking big shot," I asked, caressing his jaw with a gentle hand. I found it easier to gain control when a man was aroused.

"Anything you need. Anything you want, you have it."

"And what exactly do you need, King Ender."

"A friend, someone to keep what I say to themselves. Someone that cares for more than my dynasty. Someone that cares about me, on a personal level." He said bitterly, his eyes flickering from my lips back up to my eyes. That was easy.

"What's your wife gonna say when she finds out your running around with a harlot?" I questioned, trailing my hand from his jaw to his shoulders, tracing them ever so lightly.

"She is not my wife. There's no spark." 

"Literally, or magically?" 

"Both."

"Fine. You have yourself a deal. As long as this exchange is a secret." I cocked my eyebrow as he nibbled on his bottom lip, his eyes gleaming with delight.

"We have a deal, My dearest, Drucilla." 

Perfect. The sooner I stopped having to make ends meat with my body, the sooner I could be something, anything.

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